Sshhh... It's just me.

The cold breeze escaping in from the slightly open window from my bedroom touches my skin and sends goosebumps all over my body. I moan, curl my toes and fist the bedspread enjoying the little cold blow of the dark cold night on my skin.

My breath hitches when I feel his fingers running up my leg starting from my feet to my knee. He pauses on my knee for two seconds and continues moving his one finger up my thigh. I was wearing a large t-shirt and lace panties. He moves my t-shirt up with his finger exposing my panties to his view.

I hear a satisfying moan from him when he feels my wetness between my thighs on my panties.

He holds the rubber elastic of my panties on two ends and slowly slides it down. He completely removes my panties off me and I hear him sniff it.

I feel him climb on the bed in between my legs. He holds both my legs and moves his hands up till he reaches my thighs.

He spreads me and like every other night he places a small kiss on my clit. He then licks and waits for me to respond. Surely he gets what he wants. My moan.

He eats me splitting my folds so very finely that it only takes me few licks and sucking to cum hard on his face.

He doesn’t mind as he licks me clean.

He climbs further up and pushes my shirt up over my head. He holds my hands over my head with the t-shirt and sucks, licks and bites my nipples. He sucks hard like he is waiting for milk to drink from them. But to his disappointment, I am not lactating.

He spends a lot of time on my breasts. He likes my double Ds.

Once satisfied he climbs up further watching me face to face. I know he is watching me in this darkness though I have my eyes closed.

He positions himself on my entrance and slowly pushes himself inside me. I gasp as I feel him fill me up completely. He takes his time entering his entire thick rod inside me.

I feel his hot breath near my ear when he completely is inside me. He starts moving in and out of me and I move my hips to match his moves. We sync immediately into a rhythm and lose ourselves into the pleasure which not only our bodies but souls feel.

He holds me down to the bed with his strong muscular body dominating me to not move without his permission. What he doesn’t know is I submit to his will. I submit my body, my soul and my whole existence to him. I want him to dominate my every cell, every sensation and every corner of my body.

He intensifies his speed and I clench my walls around his warm juicy think rod. He growls near my ear and listening to his wild animal I cum. He follows next and fills me up to the full by spilling his seed in me.

I was drained with the outstanding level of orgasm I feel when he takes me like this.

He removes himself from inside me and pulls down the t-shirt over my body. He dresses me back in my panties and sleeps beside me. He pulls me into his embrace and when I move a little and struggle to open my eyes he hushes me and whispers ”shhhhh... It’s just me”

And with that my alarm goes off and I wake up from my erotic dream.

I look beside me and turn my alarm off. I sit up on my bed and look down at myself. I am wet. No, I didn’t pee myself. I am wet from the erotic dream I just had.

“Argh,” I say and get off the bed.

First thing I do when I wake up is to check my front door. Yep, still locked upright. Why I check my door? To see if anyone entered my apartment at night.

I know I sound paranoid but the dreams that I get are too realistic to believe they were only dreams.

I stay up on the 39th floor with a lot of colleagues from my office, staying in the same building. The only way anyone can get in my apartment is through the front door and nope, every time it’s locked.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself.

Hi, I am Laila Pitt. No, I am not related to Brad Pitt. Though I don’t mind him being my daddy. I am 22 and born and bought up in London.

I came to LA after my high school boyfriend died after he jumped off the very high building. Yes, he committed suicide. Reason? He had schizophrenia.

He chose death over life to free himself from a never-ending horror of unable to differentiate between reality and hallucination. He should have continued his meds but he chose not have them and die instead.

Not to sound dramatic but he ruined my life. He spoke about his hallucination so much that I started believing they are real and freaking out with him.

I was with him when he jumped off the building. I was right there and I let him jump off the building. It’s not my fault that I didn’t understand what he was doing. Before I could compensate what was happening. He jumped.

I saw a psychiatrist for three months and he suggested sleeping pills when I can’t sleep. But for me, I am now used to these pills. I just can’t sleep without them. They are really good. They even get me laid without even meeting anyone. You know, the hot dreams.

I work as a secretary to a very kind man, Julian Dellisola. The work promises promotion so I am looking forward to a better sane life ahead of me.

My boss, Julian Dellisola is a fine specimen of mankind. Not only is he good looking but also a kind-hearted man. He is very reserved and has zero social life though he is only 32. He has a tragic backstory where he lost his pregnant wife when she fell off from the stairs of their grand house. Since then he has kept it lowkey and gives his time to his work and goes back to his beautiful house away from civilisation. He is a loner. But he pays well with no long hours of work. So not complaining.

I dress up for the day and look at myself. I look fine.

I go through my medicine cabinet and see my sleeping pills. I hold them in my hand and make a decision. I throw them away. I am a grown-up woman. I need real dick and not just have wet dreams any more. I have plans to get laid tonight and that’s what I’ll do. Fuck.

Today is Friday and as usual, my boss is in before me. I smile at him and see my coffee on his desk.

“Thank you,” I say and pick my coffee.

“You know, I have heard secretaries get their bosses coffee. Not the other way around” says Julian seated on his chair drinking his own coffee.

“That’s false news. Don’t believe in rumour” I say and he laughs.

“Fine. So, what do you have planned for us today?” He asks.

“Oh we have a wonderful day with meetings and lunch dates,” I say cheerfully and he rolls his eyes and says “fine. Hit me”

I tell him about his day and feel him watching me as I read his calendar looking down. I look up and he looks away shy. I smile at his action and we continue with our day.

The day comes to an end and I say my goodbyes to everyone and leave to get back home. I come out of the office building and see a guy in a hoodie standing across the road looking directly at me. I stop a cab and get in, trying to ignore this feeling of being watched.

I have a date tonight. Gonna concentration that. One of my colleagues set me up with some guy she knows and I said yes. Remember? Need real dick.

I dress up good. Like really good. I actually look like a hoe. Perfect.

I wear a sleeveless, midi dress and black heels.

I arrive at my destination and wait for my date. Which never showed up. This is the fifth time this has happened. Am I that ugly that these blind dates never show up? Do they leave after seeing me? Hate this shit.

It’s been over a year my boyfriend died. Over a year I have been with someone. It’s been 6 months now that I have been working here in LA. And yet haven’t been with anyone. What’s happening with me? Why can’t I find anyone for me?

I leave the restaurant humiliated again and hed back home. I was waiting for a taxi when I see a dark figure with a hoodie over his head and hands in his pocket standing in a dark alley. I know I sound paranoid but I feel he was watching me. What’s with people in hoodies looking creepy AF?

I shake off the feeling and take a cab back home.

I reach my apartment building and when I exit the cab. I look around searching for that dark figure. I shake my head and walk in the building and take the elevator to my apartment.

I enter the apartment and code lock my apartment. Security to it’s fullest. No one can come to my apartment without the code. The code that only I know.

I discard my shows, strip off my dress and walk into the bathroom.

I look into the mirror and try seeing what the men see that they don’t like. I am not that ugly. Then what’s wrong?

I give up and open my medicine cabinet. I freeze and had wide eyes.

I take a step back glaring at the sleeping pills box in front of me sitting in my cabinet.

I look down in the bin and get down on my knees. I search for the pills box but no. The box I threw in the morning was sitting in my medicine cabinet.

“How?” I ask myself and my head starts spinning.

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